She picked up the bouquet, lowered her head to sniff, and said, "These flowers are nice, genuine wild lilies. Only orchids in a secluded valley can emit such a serene fragrance." She happily took out a vase and put them in.
Xiahou Shang crossed his arms and leaned against the antique shelf in the living room, watching Zhang Zhiyi focused on arranging the flowers. He suddenly said, "In a couple of days, it will be the memorial day of your parents. We've been married for so many years, and we have never gone back to pay respects to them."
Xiahou Shang said, "Recently, work hasn't been too busy. I want to accompany you back to pay respects to them. If we don't go soon, I'm afraid they might be angry."
Zhang Zhiyi looked over in surprise and said, "Why did you suddenly think of going to my hometown?"
